he whispered in my ear that he would be upstairs and i should come up. i stayed downstairs. he came back down and repeated to whisper in my ear. this happened about 5 times until he passed out.
The more I hate his personality, the more I love his penis.
So this shipmate of mine somehow managed to throw up in his back pocket.
apparently i walked around all last night forcing people to beer bong whatever drink was in their hand. so far this morning ive had three people refer to me as beer bong man
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
She was purple for Halloween. She literally spray-painted herself purple and called it a costume. It won't come off.
People were wondering why I started hanging out with him after high school, the simple answer is now that I don't see his dorky ness everyday I can just focus on his amazing penis.
Pretty sure the guy at the Halloween party dressed as an ice cream man is working his way through the building without a care for gender or age. He high-fives me on his way out each morning.
Being on probation is a nice change of pace. It's refreshing to wake up and know what I did last night.
orgy was averted by karaoke, thank god
VIVE LA RESISTANCE
Oh god, what now?
Considering what happened last night and how horrible I feel, I look amazing
He pulled out the guitar, sat in tub, and took requests while she puked her brains out in the toilet. I think he loves her.
so do you remember taking your shirt off and just standing in your bra at the bar or no?
Same way I cope with everything else. With dildos, dunkin and depeche mode
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